the witch is a bitch
the witch is a bitch
and she is
the darkness
in the room
she is just a witch
and a witch rides
a broom
the witch is a bitch
and she is
the darkness
in the room
the candle is
burning very low
the flames begin to die
rain falls
down from
the dark angry sky
can't see no stars
can't see no moon
the witch is a bitch
and she is
the
darkness in the room
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem